Writhing on a Thrift or Why the Highlanders headed for the Highlands … the K-T Boundry, a Mason-Dixon for the Bird.

Why the Highlanders … er ….…

Corn won't grow at all on Rocky Top
Dirt's too rocky by far
That's why all the folks on Rocky Top
Gets their corn from a jar

…

                                                             Chrononaut-or-not…

                                                             … that’s the Quest …

A failure of the Imagination ...or a Lust for Dust (Coal, that is) .... no, that’s an anachronism .... Chrononaut-or-not ... that’s the Quest ...

The K-T Boundry ... hmmm ... I remember that from somewhere, a sort of Mason-Dixon for the Bird(s)?

Triple D: size-torus or branching-dream Darwins.? So hang-up your hang-ups!

The Desire to eliminate a Desire is a Desire.  This is the start of all Western erosophy.   The monkish Desert Fathers, who visit the Platonic “Real” are Dust in the Wind compared with Desert Waters who mix in the Mud with Muggles of rare blood.  Desert Datura blooms in the wombs of stranger strangers in stranger lands. This is the doctrine of the Manseed.  So hang-up your hang-ups:  the Manchild.  Why we are not clones. Why we are not Devo (not for long!).

 The Desire... 

                                              ...to eliminate a Desire...

                                                        ... is a Desire?

 Tell me.     (You.)

Black Dog in Fb minor.

The Way (you groove).

Ground/Figure it out!


                                     Okay, yes, consider the Field of the Lilies.

                                                          Lies!...

Nirvana for Phoenix. (4.)

Nirvana for a Phoenix?

Thanks, Al Gore, for ‘inventing’ the Internet, it was ours, and you gave it away, you son of a bitch, thanks a lot!

                                                            Thanks, Al Gore!

                                                           Try this ...

                                                    Bach's Final Invention?

For a Ray Kurzweil-ige time, soon we’ll get back what was always ours … always was …

                                                    We’ll get Bach ...

                                                                    And so much more ...

                                                          For a Ray Kurzweil-ige time ... 

 Ray ... has already invented the third half of our brain, the freedom of association half ... 

 ...stravagante


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4.

Batman (and/with Robin): you have to admit it's Kind of Creepy. My Eyes fill with Sand, as I Scan ...

Batman (and/with Robin).

"  There ain't no denyin'
I've been flying, ain't no denyin', no denyin'

All I see turns to brown, as the Sun burns the Ground
And My Eyes fill with Sand, as I scan this Wasted Land  "

“I imagine possibly hundreds of young women who spend possibly hundreds of hours perfecting their technique and memorizing lyrics that ask a man to beat them and gouge out their eyes while they stand there meek as a lamb...you have to admit it's kind of creepy.”

                                 And my eyes fill with sand, as I scan this wasted land ...

                                                   "Robin laid an Egg."

We haven’t had that spirit here since 1969 B.C.

In a Love/Hate relationship such as this.

In a Love/Hate relationship, or, rather, non-relationship, one, rather, two must use, no, one, one must use the technique of Al-chemical, Chim Chim Cheree, Distillation, Moon Shine.  Since Hate rises, or at least boils off at a lower temperature, the trick (the treat waiting for later), Hater .. is to use the Science of Brandy-Wine, to just hate the right and proper amount (not too much!).  Then the Hate will rise whilst the Love remains down here, on earth.  Alternatively, one could capture it with a coiling tube, and collect it and re-collect it over and over ... I guess ...

Capture it with a coiling tube ...

Twenty Summers and Twenty Winters ...